New idea…TRUTH OF IT ALL. Blame it on Goonie_girl. JUST KIDDING! ;o Blame it on me…my Russian brain. Heehee.

Synopsis: The Russian mafia's leader was killed- and his partners are back for revenge. Now 4 CSIs, 2 lab techs are trapped in the ballistics lab with Russians thirsty for revenge.

"Ryan you ass." A voice laughed as Eric neared the firing range.

"Wolfe being called an ass… I thought that was only Frank's job. Either way, I like the sound of it." Eric said as Maxine whizzed by, whizzing right into the ballistics lab. Ryan scowled.

"It's not my fault you were plugged into your iPod and didn't hear anything." Ryan snapped.

"You fight so much and you're not even dating." Travers's British-y voice sounded as he went straight for the ballistics lab too.

"You can shut up now, thank you very much!" Natalia snapped, as she, Ryan, and Eric entered the ballistics lab.

"Don't tell me that you all have news or results, or both for me. " Calleigh said raising her head from one of her multiple guns. Maxine snorted handing Calleigh a paper full of info regarding their suspect. Mike handed Calleigh a folder with results from the fingernail scrape.

Eric shot the other four a rather nasty glare regarding the fact that he wanted to ask Calleigh out to lunch and having 4 extra people as a witness wasn't all that romantic. "And both of you?" Calleigh asked, staring at Ryan and Natalia.

"What makes you think that we have results from the same lab?" Natalia blinked. Calleigh rolled her eyes, sighing.

"Whatever. Hand them over." Calleigh extended her hand to accept them from Natalia. A perfectly shaped eye brow shot up when her green eyes scanned the page. "Interesting." She mumbled. "Alright, now everyone out of my lab." Calleigh snapped, giving Eric a "But not you" look. Eric looked rather happy with himself. "Oh wait right." Calleigh snatched the results from Ryan hands. Maxine let out a snicker.

"Right. Now everyone out of my lab." Calleigh said.

"А нет." A hoarse voice sounded from the doorway.

"What the-?" Natalia whispered, her knees turning to jelly as she tried to hold up. In the doorway of the ballistics lab were 3 men dressed in black with mask fashioned out of a woman's stocking over their faces. "Forget us already?" They asked.

All six of them were now trapped in a roomful of guns.

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OK! Wtf did I do?

Also translation: A – no.

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R&R! PLOZ. :D